Kiss of Midnight_ A Midnight Breed Novel - Lara Adrian [640]
If he was in charge of things—when he was in charge, Lex mentally amended—he would arrive nowhere without a proper motorcade befitting his elite rank.
He strode out of his chambers in an impatient huff, adjusting the line of his suit coat as his polished alligator-hide loafers tapped softly across the wide plank beams of the floor. He knew he looked good—which was the point—but he was far more accustomed to his longtime service uniform of boots and leather. He was an adaptive individual; he didn’t think it would take much to get used to his new identity.
In the great room outside, the lodge’s two remaining guards sat at a table playing cards. One of them glanced up as Lex entered, the subtle lift of his hand not quite fast enough to hide his amused smirk.
“That necktie looks like it’s cutting off your air, Lex,” joked the other guard, chuckling at his own humor. “Better loosen that shit up before you pass out.”
Lex glared as he ran his finger along the rim of the too-tight collar of his five-hundred-dollar shirt. “Blow it out your ass, cretin. And open the fucking door. My ride is here.”
As the guard lumbered over to carry out the command, Lex wondered how long he should keep the two bone-heads around. Sure, they’d served beside him in his father’s employ every day for the better part of a decade, but a male like Lex deserved respect. Maybe he would teach both of them that lesson when he arrived back in a couple nights from the weekend gathering.
Lex forced a welcoming smile for Fabien as the guard opened the door… except it wasn’t Edgar Fabien standing there to greet him. It was a uniformed Enforcement Agent, with three more behind him.
“Where’s Fabien?” Lex demanded.
The tall Agent at the front gave Lex a slight bow of his head. “We’ll be rendezvousing with Mr. Fabien at a separate location, Mr. Yakut. Do you need assistance with anything before we escort you to the vehicle?”
Lex grunted, his ego soothed somewhat by the Agent’s deferential tone. “I have a couple of bags in the other room,” he said with a dismissive wave in the direction of his quarters. “One of your men can fetch them for me.”
Another nod of obeisance from the one in front. “I will see to your things personally. After you, sir.”
“This way,” Lex said, permitting the escort detail into the lodge as he strolled ahead of their leader to his quarters down the hall. Once inside, he paused near the bed to point out the things he wanted to take. “Grab the garment bag and that leather duffel on the floor over there.”
When the Agent didn’t move to pick up the bags, just stood there beside him, Lex turned an indignant glare on him. “Well? What the hell are you waiting for, idiot?”
The answering look he got was flat as a blade, and equally cold.
And then Lex understood the chill, because in that next instant, he heard the stacatto pop of several muted gunshots in the other room and his blood ran to ice in his veins.
The Enforcment Agent standing next to him smiled a pleasant smile.
“Mr. Fabien asked me to personally deliver a message from him, Mr. Yakut.”
Renata looked tired as Nikolai walked up to her from the field where they’d dumped the bodies of the dead Enforcement Agents. In a few hours, dawn would obliterate all traces of the vampires, not that anyone aside from the local wildlife would notice this far off the nearest road and this far out of the city.
“I threw their uniforms and gear in the back of the vehicle,” Renata told him as he approached. “The extra weapons are behind the front seats. Keys are in the